Thalassa
A smooth sea never made a skilled sailor.
His agreement with her statement has her smile widening. What a coincidence that they both happened to be "bored." When his hand moves up towards her face, Thal narrows her eyes slightly in annoyance. The feeling of his fingers through her hair is comfortable but she doesn't want comfortable. Despite her impatience, the searing heat of his palm is enough to placate her for the moment. "Not particularly." His approaching lips make her want to meet them with her own. She barely feels the warmth of his breath before he pulls away. Thal is tempted to pout but refuses to give him the satisfaction. Instead, she turns her head slowly to place the soft pink of her lips against the inside of his wrist. Not quite a kiss, just a hint of intimacy. "Are you?" The look in her eyes is a dare for him to lie to her face.
